Squaw Creek TR131 Poison Creek Trails TR134. ~How to break in a new member of the SBBCHI~ Is there an App for that?

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1 Squaw Creek TR131 Poison Creek Trails TR134 ~How to break in a new member of the SBBCHI~ Is there an App for that? What is the best way to break in a new member of the SBBCHI? Strap a pair of saw chaps on her and send her up one of the most technical trails on the mountain. Enter Squaw Creek TR 131 and Shelley Duff Squaw Butte s newest member. The original plan was to clear Poison Creek Trail on Saturday and loop down Squaw Creek or pick up Squaw Creek on Sunday. We rode Poison Creek last year and made it a short distance past the bridge before encountering a massive tangle of blow downs obliterating the trail. We didn t have the saws or the girl-power to put a dent in that one. I say girl-power only because our small group consisted of a woman to man ratio of 2:1. The Ranger District notified Rob that a trail crew had already cleared Poison Creek. Change in plans. We would concentrate on Squaw Creek Trail Saturday and check out Poison Creek on Sunday. Shelly's first official stump removal Half-dozen members had signed up for the project, but as Rob puts it, you can t count them until you see the whites of their eyes. I wasn t sure if I could count on myself. My horse needed

2 shoes and my truck was in the shop. By the time my pony got a new pair of shoes and the mechanic got paid there wasn t enough time to load my camper for the weekend. I would bunk with Janine. I met Rob on Friday at the Triangle and followed him to West Mountain Trail Head. I m still learning my way around the Boise National Forest. I can get there eventually under my own navigation, but it often becomes an adventure in off-road exploration. There is a shorter route to West Mountain from Weiser via Hwy 95. I tried that last year and ended up at a locked gate in the middle of a cattle ranch. I learned a valuable lesson that year: Dave the GPS cannot be trusted. It was early afternoon when Rob and I arrived at the campground. Janine didn t know if she would be coming up Friday evening or Saturday. I brought a cot and sleeping bag and set them up in my horse trailer just in case. Camp setup is a snap when you bring nothing but a horse and a chain saw. I helped Rob set up as much as I dared. Rob has a system to his madness. I have found the best approach is to stand by if needed and stay out of the way if not. Less than 36 hours earlier I upgraded to my very first smart phone. This dandy little ruggedized Casio Commando has more bells and whistle than a well, I have no idea what. However, I bet the phone has an app that would tell me! It comes with everything on it from an FM Radio to turn-by-turn navigation. I bet it s even capable of making me a cup of tea in the morning. Seems the only thing I haven t figured out how to do is make an actual phone call. If you stood in the precise spot with one foot on a cow pie and the other on a rock you had cell reception. Janine responded to my text inquiring of her status: Not coming tonight will try to get there early in the morning. That s ok if the trailer is good enough for Jack, its good enough for me. Shelly sawing like a pro! Rob and I were wondering if we were going to be the only ones to show when Shelly Duff, our newest member, rolled into camp. We made our introductions and went about locating a suitable high-line for her horse, Lilly. We put Lilly between my horse and Rob s horses close enough to keep her company, but far enough apart until they got to know one another. Horses are like people in that aspect some need more personal space than others and it s best to err on the side of caution so you don t get your head kicked in. As evening drew near the wind carried in fine particles of ash from a fire somewhere in the distance. It looked like it was snowing in August coating everything from our vehicles to our horses. It seemed like half the country was on fire. Rob assured us that the Ranger District knew of

3 our location and if fire became a threat, they would get us out of the area. I broke in my new chainsaw on two small trees just outside of camp. Might as well make the best of having no camper to sleep in and fill the back of the Dodge with fire-wood. If we could bring back half the logs we cut and leave on the trail, we could keep a small community warm for a full winter. If the astronomists are to be trusted, there would be meteor showers visible over the next couple of nights. Some discussion was had concerning the size of the average meteor. The guesses ranged from a grain of salt to a VW bug. None of us would find out by looking at the sky that night we all turned in before the sun went down. It didn t matter I m pretty sure my phone has an app for just that sort of information. Something woke me in the middle of the night. Maybe it was my dog growling or my horse snorting, maybe both. Whatever it was, I pried opened my eyes to a large black face staring in the trailer at me. Is that a cow? It can t be a cow. How would a cow get in my bedroom? Why isn t my bed soft and what is that smell? Where am I? I must be dreaming going back to sleep. Terry pulled into camp Saturday morning to the smell of sausage and eggs. Shelly asked if anybody else had seen the cow and calf come through camp. So I wasn t dreaming! Note to self: If you are going to sleep in the back of a horse trailer in cattle country remove all traces of certified weed free hay from under the bed. 1Rob and Payette, Terry and Scout, Shelly and Lilly We were getting ready to hit the trail and Janine was AWOL. I rode back up to the road, positioned Jack s hoof on the prerequisite cow pie and exchanged text messages with Janine. She had been called out on a fire in Mt. Home and would not be making the project. Bummer my sleeping

4 accommodations were not improving for the weekend. Perhaps I d get lucky and my curious bovine would be out of town for the evening. I wonder if they have an app for bovine deterrent. Jack loped along at a steady pace. We caught up with the crew about a mile past camp at the fork of Poison Creek and Squaw Creek. Squaw Creek Trail is not a treacherous or otherwise scary trail but it is the type of trail that is steep and rocky with very little switchbacks. Parts of it are covered in large granite slabs that are tricky for a horse with steel plates nailed to their hooves. Even so, the rough terrain is well worth the ride. Beautiful stair-step spillways and cascading waterfalls help to keep the riders mind off what their horses feet are doing. Ride a few hundred feet dismount clear trail - remount. Ride a few hundred feet dismount clear trail remount. Rinse and repeat; an average day on the trail for a SBBCHI. The horses like it they get to rest often and graze on high mountain foliage while the riders bust their butts sawing and hauling trees. I guess it is only fair they did carry us and all our gear up the hill. Terry and Rob worked with Shelly on proper sawyer techniques with an emphasis on safety. It was obvious from the get-go that Shelly was not unfamiliar with a chainsaw. I suggested for future reference if she wanted to get out of doing the work, to carry a camera. I always carry mine..i m just saying. We broke for lunch on a granite covered ridge just inside the timberline. We tied the horses to nearby trees and settled in for sandwiches, fruit and my own personal trail mix blend complete with Jelly Beans. Lilly decided it was as good a place as any to roll and tangled herself in the reins in the process. Shelly, Rob and Terry worked to free her. Rob made short repair of the broken headstall and we were good to go. Deadfall became scarce as we rode the rest of the way into Wilson Meadows. Wilson Meadows is named for Allen Wilson, a pioneer who grazed sheep there in the early 1900's. How do I know this, you ask? Google App on my smart phone, of course.

5 Terry kicking back for lunch It took us six hours to reach Wilson Meadows and two to get back to camp. We bade farewell to Terry and turned in early. Meteor s or not nobody was willing to stay up staring at the sky after a hard day on the trail. If my bovine friend made an appearance, I wouldn t know or care. Shelly, Rob and I packed up camp Sunday morning after breakfast and hauled our horses the mile to West Mountain Trail head. We veered left toward Poison Creek T134. Fewer rocks lined the trail but it was no less steep than Squaw Creek. Parts of the trail had been trampled by cattle frequenting salt blocks. Rob marked the trail with ribbon in those areas to avoid confusion. Sweat covered the horses as they lumbered toward the base of a ridge overlooking Cascade. We tied the horses at the bottom of the ridge and climbed the last few 60 yards on foot. Spectacular. Cascade Lake stretches 180 degrees from one edge of your vision to the next. Haze lingered over the valley from numerous fires scattered throughout the country. I took a couple panoramic shots with my camera and pulled out my phone. Rob shook his head. I bring you all the way up here to this beautiful place and you sit there playing with your phone! I want to see if I can get service up here and a picture to my blog, Rob.

6 Look over there at Snowshoe Mountain. See those towers up there? Those are cell towers. If you can t get reception here you can t get it anywhere. In which case ing a picture to my blog shouldn t be any problem should it? Rob continued to shake his head. I think he finds me perplexing at times and maybe just a little weird. Sweet! I think it worked. I ed a picture of the Lake to a couple phone contacts and my blog. I ll know if it worked once I get home. I could look up my blog on the phone I suppose, but it was hard to see the screen in full sun. I bet you there is an app that would help with that. We rested on top the ridge and divvied up our lunches. My dog Shade liked Shelly right off. Shelly is an animal control specialist with the Nampa Police Department. She has a way with animals that Shade no doubt sensed. Either that or it had something to do with Shelly sharing her lunch with her. Apparently, Shade preferred ham sandwiches over Beanee Weenees. Go figure. We were back at the trailers in just over an hour. Another successful project was evident on the smiling faces of all three members. Shelly was going to make a valuable addition to the chapter. She is smart, competent and easy going with a sense of humor to boot and if a person s going to hang out with the likes of us they are going to need a healthy sense of humor. Rob and Shelly turned left toward Ola. I turned right toward Council. According to Dave the GPS the back roads home should be 40 miles closer for me. Can I trust you Dave? I know we haven t had the greatest navigational relationship in the past. It s been rocky at times and often full of dead ends and detours but somehow we seem to make it home. Tell me Dave, is our tumultuous affair worth one more shot? Damn you Dave. I can t turn left onto that road! That s not even a real road! It s like a game trail and not even big game. More like little bunny trails! I shook my head in frustration as Dave suggested I make a U turn when safely possible. Dave added 20 miles to my route when I refused the U turn down the bunny trail. So this is how it s going to be between us. I reached up and with less emotional pain than one would expect when ending a relationship, I powered down Dave. The sign said Little Weiser River Road. I remember Rob saying I would need to follow that road to get home. I followed the sign and hoped for the best. Moments later my new smart phone made a peculiar beep. I flipped it on and found I d missed a phone call. Sweet phone notifications meant I had phone service and you know what that means? You guessed it. There was an app on this thing somewhere for turn-by-turn directions that would get me home. I smiled as I listened to the soothing tone of Andy s turn-by-turn directions. The beginnings of a new and positive navigational relationship had begun with the mere click of an app. The End